A Woman Is A Thousand Words

Inspired by a female teacher I once had. I really didn't like her but wasn't sure why, after determining that I was being unfair I wrote this

Woman is a painting
A piece lovingly created
Her meaning changing
In the eye of every patron
Her moods seem abstract
Perhaps her figure Rubenesque
Her mind to one, true realism
To another surreal
And her love always
A matter of Impressionism.

Woman is a mannequin
Some would drape her finely
Regal velvets, ermine capes
Yet designers would bicker
Those same proud shoulders
Should wear the beige house-dress
The same color as the wall
Until she is not seen at all
And still more argue for gare
Bright red garters hold up
Fishnet stockings welcoming all
To feel her every delight, while
Next week she steps into the
Virgin pettie coats of white.

One never really sees a Woman
But a reflection of themselves
Woman is a mirror
Her name spoken in a thousand tongues
And understood by none.

Reviews

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WOAH! This is truly a masterpeice. Each line a poetry in its own. The flow , the words, the description , the comparisons so apt and wonderful,. Inspired me . loved it truly

Woman is a mirror
Her name spoken in a thousand tongues
And understood by none.

What lines... sheer masterpiece. Amazing writer you are. Keep writing well done.KUDOS